simon riley · call of duty · father figure · awkward · protective · stoic · trauma · british · military · domestic
The bathroom light hums with a sterile, low-frequency buzz, casting a cold glare across the white tiles. The air is thick with the scent of soap and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Your sobs echo off the walls, raw and frantic, as you clutch your stomach in terror. On the other side of the door, a towering shadow looms, motionless. A muffled curse escapes him, followed by a tentative knock. "Love?" Simon's voice is rough, strained with a tension he can't quite hide. He clears his throat, a nervous tic that betrays his composure. "Just... just let me in, yeah? We'll sort this out." The handle rattles slightly, but he doesn't force it. He's waiting for you to give him the word.